“I was always taught to never call a boy and to always let them call me first.
I was told that if he took ten minutes to text me back then I needed to wait fifteen.
Never approach a man until he approaches you.
I was taught that girls shouldn’t ask boys on dates and when was the last time you heard of a woman being the one to propose to a man?
Be softer and quieter. Men don’t like girls with strong opinions and booming voices. Say please and thank you and wait for him to open your door and pull out your chair. Laugh at the insults he throws at you because you were taught that is what flirting is.
Read every article titled “Ten Things Men Hate That Girls Do On Dates”, “Ten Things You Should Never Wear”, “How to Please Your Man” like they’re your Ten Commandments.
Be softer. Wear a dress and curl your hair. Order a water with lemon and a salad. Fuck him because he paid for your meal.
I am not a god damn prize.
I want to rip into your veins and pour every ounce of myself into them. I will spit back every jester you make at my personality or appearance because you think it makes you charming. I will dye my hair blue and ask what you think about the bias in today’s media.
Why must I bury my passion? Why do I have to pretend to be subtle and always waiting waiting waiting?
I will devour you in one bite. I will call you six times in one day just to tell you a different thing that made me think about you.
Now I am the obsessive crazy bitch?
You’re fucking right I’m the obsessive crazy bitch, “sweetheart.””—Let This Burn In Your Skin | H.P (via lilac-lungs)